Northstar Vale too serious for a song

Killdeer skittered down the slopes of Epoch, hardly mustering a call before he broke the border and raced into the territory.

And his call was hasty, something like—

I'M TOWHEE'S GRANDSON! SHE SENT ME! I'M SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!

Still, if he got ripped apart, it would probably be his fault for the haste.

@Maxim! he cried out, skittering to a stop once he'd hit flat ground. He was more than panting, gasping for air, his lungs working overtime to adjust to the many elevation changes he'd put them through.

But he was here. Because he'd promised his grandma.